The "Lucky" One: A Mathew Espinosa Fan Fiction

Chapter Seven

•I was pacing through the woods. I could see perfectly in the night, its like I had a special power or something. I wasn't in my body though, I was something else, something powerful. I was breathing somewhat like a dog. Panting through my mouth. I looked around and sensed that I wasn't alone, there were others, others like me. I howled, signaling for them to come out and join me. I instantly got a response from them. Howl after howl they responded coming out one by one, wolves. I heard the crack of a tree branch, I flicked my head and saw a man. But he was gone in the blink of an eye. I could smell his scent, the scent of dried blood. Could he be injured? I wanted to find out, so I followed him. And to my suprise the other wolves followed me. I was prancing through the mystical forest and jumping over fallen trees as the scent grew stronger, and stronger. I saw him again and I ran. I ran towards the man, he was injured. It looked like he had been bitten on the leg. Limpimg, I saw that as an opportunity to strike. I gained speed and took a huge leap, tackling the man. I had him pinned down and I saw his face, Mr. Saltzman.
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•I quickly jumped up out of bed and started to breathe heavily. I put my hand on my forehead and I was sweating! My palms were sweaty and my heart was pounding against my chest, threatening to burst out. I looked around my room and sighed. It was just a dream. I thought to myself. I looked at my alarm clock; 3:00 a.m. I groaned and fell back on my bed putting a pillow over my head, trying to fall back asleep but everytime I close my eyes I see Mr. Saltzman's face from that horrid dream. I have no Idea why I am having these kinds of dreams. Since he came into my home, everything has been different. I came to the conclusion that I can't fall back asleep so I walked into the kitchen to see if my dad was up. I walked down the stairs and he was in the kitchen with a cup of coffee in his hands. I walked to the table and sat next to him. "Another bad dream?" He asked. I nodded. He knows I have been having nightmares but he doesn't know what they really are. He just assumes that they are about the murder from when I was eight. "This is the 4th one in the past 5 days, whats going on with you?" He asked concered, "Are they about your mom because I am getting strong feeling that they aren't, that you are just letting me think they are." He added. I sighed, I don't think I should tell him yet but if I do he could help me, but it could hurt me too. I don't want a therapist now, I don't want to feel like I'm crazy, I am finally getting to have the life I have dreamed of having and I am not letting some stupid dream(s) get in the way of that. "I don't really remember it, I just remember that it was bad." I said trying to sound convincing. He gave me an unsure look but then sighed "You should get back to bed then, its too early for you to be up" I nodded and hugged him "Have a good day" he said hugging me back. "You too" I said walking back up the stairs. I didn't go back to bed, instead, I picked through my clothes to find an outfit for school. And a cute outfit for cheer tryouts! Im not going to lie, I am pretty excited to tryout. Even if I don't make it, at least I tried. And maybe there is a dance studio here in this town. I really have a good feeling about this place, its already starting to feel like home... I pulled out a red, white, and black flannel, a pair of ripped skinny jeans, and my black & white converse. I laid that on my bed and checked the time; 3:50 a.m. I decided to write in my diary...hopefully this will make me feel better.
•Dear Diary,
          Okay so, these past few weeks have been good but really crazy, I have a hot/creepy history teacher who I swear is out to get me. His name is Mr. Saltzman and he is just, I don't know, off? There is definitely something weird about him, it makes me want to know more about him...I might be overreacting, but he seems to have an interest in me. He looks at me all period, and lets not forget that he wss in my house! He was looking for some guy named Liam...I want to find out who this Liam character is. Well anyways, Me, Renesmee, Matt, and Jack G have been hanging out with each other a lot after school at each others' houses. We all have really got to know each other really well. I hang out with the other three but I am not really that close to them, well, I have been hanging out with Jack J more too, he is really funny. Me and Connor Franta have been texting too, not like me and Matt did, but wow, I never thought I would ever here those words come out of my mouth. I really feel like sometimes Im living in one giant dream...Anyways, Me and Connor have gotten to know each other a little more too. Actually, he is going to meet with me after tryouts tonight to hang out...We are meeting at Starbucks...Of course. My dad is letting me rent out Tom's Diner for my birthday! I am so happy! Me and Renesmee are going to dress up like the Pinks and I'm making the guys dress up as the T-birds from Grease, one of my all time favorite movies! I think I am going to make Connor dress up as a rich pretty boy, just to see if he could pull it off....this should be fun *Evil smirking face* Cheer tryouts are today, and homecoming is next week and my 17th birthday is this Friday! I am so happy! Me and Renesmee are going to pick out our dresses for homecoming and my birthday Thursday after tryouts...I am really happy. Its been too long since I have been happy...it feels great. I have recently discovered something though, I really like Matt, like really, really, like him...but there is a problem, I really, really, like Connor too...how, am I supposed to choose from the guy that calls me Angel, or Mr. Franta? I just can't choose! I need someone's expert advice....I mean Connor is so, so sweet, and lets not forget how good looking he is. But he is a really great guy, and he is a major smart alec...I am too....and he is really funny. I do feel butterflies aroumd him and I do get nervous. I also do that with Matt but its 100 times worse. Matt is literally the full package and there is something that just draws me toward him, something he is hiding from me, a secret of some sort and I am going to find out one way or another. I feel like I have this connection with Matt. But enough rambling on about that, I have been having these weird dreams. No, not the ones about my mom's murderer but completely different ones...in these dreams, I am something, something mythical...I have a hunch, well I know that I am a wolf. But I don't know what that means...I am going to see if the internet can give me some answers...and if not, I have no choice but to take Mr. Saltzman up on his offer to talk about it. I want answers, not just about the dreams, but I want to know more about his past...to get this nagging feeling away, to relieve myself from my dumb curiosity. But I should get a shower and get ready for school so....
                          Bye,
                              Diary.